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20. Rue
20 Rue I stand in the royal residence’s foyer, trying desperately not to fuss with my frilly maid’s apron. When I found out that Dryas had bribed our way onto the staff, I didn’t realize that Prince Henrick insisted that all the women dress as stereotypical French maids. But Dryas just shoved my uniform into my hands. “You are the one that wants to talk to Amabel,” he pointed out. So, I dressed up in the little black outfit, complete with a white headband and a frilly apron. In contrast, Dryas looks almost regal in his European-style tails. If it were a different time, in a safer place, I would be kissing him somewhere discreet right now. Instead, we are standing on the patterned tile of the foyer, receiving instruction from the head butler as to how we are supposed to be preparing th
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